We are encircled
by a halo of the moon
my love,
you and I,
cool and untouching.
Around its frozen circumference
we slowly stroll,
separated
by our cold reigns
of silence.
My iced knives
I direct with unawareness.
Moonliy, I,
wandering worthlessly
through my dark domain.
In the sparkless caverns
of my mind, cruelly void,
there is a need
that you'll unbind
my love.
Sally Plumb
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I would like to translate this poem
Splendid and very lovable!